Have you ever heard the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes? You know, the one where the gullible ruler get’s tricked into walking around ass-naked because he thought everyone else was doing it? Maybe I got that wrong, but anyway… My mother is a wonderfully supportive women (I mean I was permitted to go to Fashion school, so I guess that’s a give in.) Sometimes however, she does not understand my choices when it comes to style. For example, I bought a fluffy gray vest similar to something I had seen on Pinterest. I of course, thought (and still think) it was fabulous. My mom on the other hand thought I looked like Chewbacca. (She also doesn’t get the white-sneakers-go-with-everything trend... #bye) About an hour after a conversation that started with “You don’t understand me”, and ended with “Stop being so rude”, I kind of understood where she was coming from with the Emperor’s new clothes analogy. It is so true, especially in this industry. Designers and fashionistas are constantly trying to push the envelope, making it hard to decipher whether you like something because it’s so you, or if it’s because you are supposed to like it. Just because the genius that is Karl Lagerfeld decided to slap an Amish- style baby bib on the front of Kiera Knightley’s 2015 Golden Globes dress (By the way, EW), doesn’t mean you should do the same. Moral of the story? Mother s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ knows best.

Vest: Forever 21 (To be fair, it does kind of resemble the spawn of a bathroom rug and a poodle.)Shirt: J. CrewJeans: Anthropologie Shoes: Steve Madden

Is Kiera Knightly trying out bibs for her baby-on-the-way to wear or...?

At a school where the boys dress better than the girls, it is not uncommon to find that these guys are also looking for a man to cuddle up with right along with us. Needless to say, the dating scene is as bleak as Antarctica after a blizzard.

*Sigh*

Luckily for our generation, a couple of geniuses have decided to create a few apps dedicated to helping young people find someone to hang out, hook up with, or *drum roll please*...date. Definitely a scary thought. These apps basically tell you to do everything your mother warned you not to.

Set the scene:

Scenario 1 (Basically all Tinder/Happn dates) It’s 8 o’clock on Tuesday night and you planned a date with some 23-year-old dude from Tinder. You’re nervous, but you know you made the right choice in shoes so everything will be OK. You show up fashionable late by 5 minutes and meet the guy outside of the Saki bar he suggested. His pants are waaay tight but you proceed with the date anyway. After an underwhelming conversation (He wants a giant tattoo of a tree???), he tries (and fails) to go home with you and you never speak again.

Scenario 2 (Some Tinder/Happn dates) You roll up to a cute bar near Union Square. The guy is already sitting inside since you g̶o̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶t̶ were playing it cool and arrived 10 mins late. The conversation’s great, they don’t ID you, and he’s 22 AND opens a tab (awesome). You’re about ready to go after a great 4-hour conversation and then he stands up. He’s short. And I am not talking 5”7 Josh Hutcherson short. More like you’re 5”3 and he may or may not be the same height. You’re tipsy and trying to be more open minded so you proceed to a spontaneous 2am trip to the Empire State building with Shorty. The next morning you’re too hungover to function, sleep through your 8am, and finally admit to yourself that he just wasn't your type. There will not be a second date (sorry).

Scenario 3 (Never happens, like ever.)The first date is perfect and great and wonderful and he does not ask you to go home with him to his loft in Brooklyn that he shares with his Grandma.

Yes I realize those were all downers (& I spared you from some even stranger occurrences), but sometimes it can work out. You know that friend of a friend whose sister’s cousin in-law met her boyfriend on a dating app?

Kidding.

Honestly though, there are horror stories (some of my personal experiences previously stated) and then there are successful dates that actually make you want to see the person again.

When it's all said and done…

If app related dating isn’t for you, go (seriously go) to any restaurant/coffee place near Wall St. and you’ll be sure to see some suited up, just-got-back-from-vacationing-with-my-rich-family-perfectly-tanned business men, who are honestly probably a**holes but hey, they’re fun to look at!

I am aware that most people announced their r̶e̶p̶e̶t̶i̶t̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶ inspiring resolutions for 2015 about a month ago. Sadly, my blog was not ready during this time and I was also in denial that my last year as a teenager was basically over. However, my pity party has come to an end and I have compiled a list of potential resolutions/ tips for the general public. So with out further a due…

#1. Start a blog. LOL did that (along with every other person and their mother). #2. Stop wearing your Jeffery Campbell Litas in the light of day. (You know who you are) They are strictly a going out at NIGHT shoe, end of story. #3. If the guy on tinder says he’s 22 but looks 40… He’s not 22. Swipe Left.

#4. Wear less black. Probably won’t happen.

#5. Experiment. Cut off all of your hair, dye it blue, wear your underwear on top of your clothes, but DO IT FOR YOU.

#6. Stop with the Nike Swoosh- esque eyebrows. Seriously. Stop. #7. Get healthy & fit (but actually this time). I have found that fat is the equivalent of a clingy ex. It. Does. Not. Want. To. Let. Go. Those extra LBs are screaming, “NO I don’t want to leave you!” Yeah, I get it, there is some guilty comfort in knowing you have that ice-cream/ ex to comfort you when you’re sad, but the best thing you can do for your mind and body is say “BYE BOY’ *insert hair flip* to that junk food and get your ass to the gym. Here’s to having a fab year!-Kt

I’ve spent a decent amount of time trying to decipher whether this color is lilac, lavender, periwinkle or a combination of the three... I mean, priorities. Regardless of the name, the color speaks for itself. I am loving/obsessed with this fresh statement hue for Spring 2015.

As shown in the Tiffany ring above (um, dear future husband??), I’m also drooling over the Rose gold and L̶a̶v̶e̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ P̶e̶r̶i̶w̶i̶n̶k̶l̶e̶ Lilac color combination. (Contrary to popular belief, a pop of color WILL NOT kill a member of the all-black-wearing fashion community.) Peace, Love, and Chic-ness, kt

Hi! A big thanks for taking time out of your busy (boring) lives to come check out my blog! The basics: I am your typical cliché New York City fashion student who decided to take the plunge into the shallow, basic bitch waters that is fashion blogging. This life style blog will be dedicated to “real” fashion, my version of fashion, some pictures that I enjoy looking at, and some typical New York City experiences topped off with my own personal touch of awkward.

I will be dedicating this first post to the current blizzard and these awesome shoes that my mother hates.